The status of our friendship

is somewhere between
you can share my nachos
and your pillow
is my pillow–

Each time we examine
our status
I get excited
you are still
here
but
hands off my chocolate–

there are limits

(2015)

Yes
I loved
I was patient
I care(d)
but
I can’t fit that girl
you have an image of
that sedate, smouldering
piece of hot property–
your fantasy–
she is not me
so, be well
I will be here
swinging
with abandon
from my chandelier

The seafarer

one gift
the right to rest safe on your shore
from winds and tides
to find two bright eyes like islands
pearls set with sapphires

your hair
a strange and lovely storm
magnificence intermingled
your raised hands, guides
eager and doubly precious